“The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.”

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.

The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.

As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.

Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.

I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.

Yet mad I am not and very surely do I not dream.

Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.

There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.”

Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been.

The best things in life make you sweaty.

A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.

Joy is the mainspring in the whole Of endless Nature’s calm rotation. Joy moves the dazzling wheels that roll In the great Time-piece of Creation.

Be still, for only in stillness, can the mountains float on the oceans that move through you.

Be still. There are things worth listening for.

Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.

Love yourself through all storms, calm moments and boredom – know you deserve love.

Be like a duck. Calm on the surface, but always paddling like the dickens underneath.

Familiar things are a comfort to us all.

I like these calm little moments before the storm, it reminds me of Beethoven.